Showing posts with label victim. Show all posts
Showing posts with label victim. Show all posts

1/28/2015

Very intimate diaries 10

When I go through hard times, I noticed that I put everything in my personality in question. It's pretty exhausting...

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Sometimes, quite naturally, my devotion gradually turns me into a victim and strangely I do nothing to get out of it as if I liked it...

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I remembered a friend telling me, a very long time ago, that people don’t want to fall in love but rather find "doctors" to heal their souls.
Now, I believe him.

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The tremendous talent I got, at very large capacity, with every opportunity I get, any time, for all sorts of activities, actions and gestures from me, tirelessly and with maniacal surgical precision is... to judge me, re-judge me, re-re-judge me until dead do us part. Amen!





1/09/2015

Very intimate diaries  9

I understand that my life’s tools are tools. The work they help me accomplish often remains on the periphery of the "central engine." To work more directly to the heart of it, I need professional outside help.





What I genuinely want is ... uh...
What I honestly desire is ... uh...
What I fervently wish is ... uh...
I think ultimately I don’t know.





I never thought I was playing so much the victim.





Despite all that I can think of and even if I have a problem to admit it, Mom and Dad loved me.





I try to sublimate my pain with art.





My insane fears infiltrate everything I am, do and live.